#arlechinno x reader

[knavesflames]

Childhood friend Arlecchino and Reader that Arle never truly found her to be a friend, despite the reader saying they are and Arle did kinda ditch em during middle school. Until college rolls around, the newfound (or unrealized) sentiments towards Reader become more clear to her - infatuated.

I feel like I kind of strayed from this because I’m totally into angst rn but if wanted it to be sexual I can indeed make another part OR I can also make an even angstier ending. Anyway!! Here it is.

Contents: just sad reader, Arlecchino is lowkey mean in middle school, one (sexual) slap.

Word count: 1672

Writing (kind of NSFW at the end) under the cut!!

You skipped up to the small girl who sits reading on a bench, holding a small pile of rocks and a wide smile on your face. You don’t have many friends, you’re too quiet, too ‘weird’, so when you befriended Arlecchino, you actually began looking forward to school each day. It was almost too good to be true. She’s been a bit distant with you the last couple of weeks but that’s fine, right? She’s probably stuck into that book of hers, her nose has always been in a book or playing with insects.

“Look!! I found rocks that matched your eyes and I thought they were cool, you can-“

“Stop it.”

“..huh? Stop what?”

“Stop bothering me. Can’t you see I’m busy?”

You pause at that. In a sense, she is busy reading, but can’t she put her book down for two seconds? You haven’t properly spoken in weeks.

“Yeah but I was excited about the rocks. I can never find any that remind me of you and now I have.”

“Okay? I am still busy.”

“But we’re friends.”

A sigh leaves Arlecchino’s lips, and she finally looks up from that book.

“No, we aren’t. When did I ever say we were friends?”

You feel your shoulders sinking, a frown tugging at the corner of your lips. Your hand falls to your side, the rocks held tightly within the constraints of your fist.

“No, I.. you didn’t, but I just assumed that.. I don’t know. I thought we were friends.”

“You assumed wrong. I don’t like you anymore, you’re weird, and you never stop talking. I don’t want to talk.”

Your cheeks puff slightly before you let out a puff of air. Your teeth graze your lip, biting down firmly as you stand there in silence, processing. Weird. There’s that word again, no? You feel a sort of pain rise in your chest, but you swallow it.

“Okay. I’m sorry. You can keep the rocks.”

The rocks are placed onto the table beside her, an assortment of black and white and grey all decorating the rocks. And one, one black one with a red cross on it, clearly drawn. You just wanted to make her feel included, everyone was finding rocks that matched their eyes. You keep staring at her for a while longer, but she doesn’t look back up, so you turn.

“I’ll tell my mom you can’t come for dinner, then.”

Arlecchino finally looks up when she hears that. God, she hears the hurt you’re masking, the tears threatening to spill over your lashes. She shouldn’t have been so crass with you, she knows that, but that’s who she is. Blunt, and she was sick of having to pretend. She watches as your figure shrinks towards the school library, where she first met you. You didn’t have any friends, so you ate there. It was better than sitting at that dreaded buddy bench and waiting for someone to ask you to be their friend. As you walk, you pass said bench, a feeling of slight dread rising. To the library, then.

It’s then that Arlecchino notices the rock you drew on, her face softening for just a second. She brushes the rocks off of the table, pocketing the one you drew on before continuing her book without a word. She moves seats in class after that, and she’s not unaware of your eyes that burn sadly into her as she picks up her books. They’re rimmed red and slightly glassy, and it stabs her heart. You two never talk again after that. She goes back to being the girl at the back of the class that enjoys being alone, that enjoys the misconceptions people make about her. You sit in the middle of the class, staring down at your textbooks, silently yearning to be part of the conversations the kids around you have.

Each year passes and both of you grow older. She kept that rock, it’s in her pocket always. It’s become some sort of lucky charm for her, and god she can’t help but stare at you in class as you become more beautiful with every passing year. By senior year, you’re the most beautiful woman she’s ever seen. She can’t stop thinking about you. She finds herself stalking your social media when she’s at home, her finger always hovering over the like button, her fingers always hovering over the send message button before deleting the entire paragraph. She knows you’re both off to college soon, she’ll most likely never see you again, and yet she still can’t bring herself to admit her feelings. She can still see the hurt in your eyes from that day, the way you dismissed it like it was nothing only to cry in secret after. She dreams of you at night. Dreams of how she regrets what she said and the way she said it, dreams of her holding your hand and looking at rocks together, dreams of your whimpers as she fucks you. She hates that last dream. The dream that gets stuck in her brain constantly, so much so that she nearly failed her biology final. On graduation day, she makes a promise to herself that she’ll never think of you again.

But she does. Fast forward to junior year of college and you’re walking with your headphones on, looking down at your phone until you collide with someone, a harsh “watch it” in your ear.

“Sorry! I’m sor- ah. Sorry.”

You look up into the same red and black eyes you once considered a friend. How stupid. Out of all the colleges she could have possibly chosen, she chose the one you chose too.

“It’s fine. Just.. Watch it. You’re as clumsy as you ever were.”

“I’m sorry, I just wasn’t looking.”

Arlecchino swallows the nerves rising in her body and finally makes a conversation with you, her voice blunt, awkward.

“How have you been?”

“Fine, thank you. You?”

She scowls slightly as your dismissive tone reaches her ears. You were never like this before.

“Good. I’m good. What are you majoring in?”

“I’m going into geology.”

Of course it’s geology. She didn’t expect anything less from you, really.

“Fun. I’m going to study insects.”

“Go figure.”

“I’m sorry. For what I said back then. I know I hurt you.”

“You didn’t.”

“You cried.”

She has you there. She saw your eyes when she moved seats in class, it wasn’t exactly easy to hide the redness. You pause, not saying anything for a while.

“We weren’t friends. We aren’t friends. What does it have to do with you?”

“You were lonely and it made me rethink.”

“Weird people are meant to be lonely, don’t you think?”

You’ve carried those words with you ever since. It didn’t really matter when other children called you that, but the one person you considered a friend.. well, it hurt.

“I just.. didn’t appreciate the eccentricity. That’s all. I miss you.”

“Okay.”

“I dream about you.”

“It isn’t like you to be this emotional. Do you feel guilty because I was lonely afterwards or because you want to clear your conscience?”

“Both.”

As honest as ever. You take a deep breath, the music still playing in your headphones that now hang around your neck.

“We can talk in my dorm room.”

You turn on your heel, walking straight to the block of dorms. At least she’s not in the same block, she thinks. She can at least avoid you if this goes bad. The thought of going to your room though.. her dreams of fucking you have only come back, and stronger. Your room is cozy, so very you.

“Is that.. KISS?”

She points to the poster on your desk. She hates that she’s familiar with them, because she hates that she’s more like you than she could ever want to be.

“Yep.”

“I like them too.”

She gingerly sits on your bed, letting her bag drop with a thud. As you walk over to join her, in all your clumsy glory you kick the bag by mistake as you stumble over it, watching as the rock you once painted on tumbles out. Silence.

“You still have that.”

“I never got rid of it.”

Her heart beats faster. So does yours. Your face, so beautiful in the light of your room, the way your hair shines, the way your eyes have a mix of sadness, anger and happiness in them, all of them fighting to take over.

“You’re beautiful.”

Her words cut through your thoughts. You look up at her and you can’t deny the way your heart flutters as you look at her. You suppose you’ve always felt the way you do about her, that it’s why it hurt you so much when she said you weren’t friends. And once again, your mind is brought out of your thoughts by a sudden crash of her lips on yours. A surprised sound comes from your throat, but you don’t fight against it.

“I’m sorry.”

“It’s fine.”

“It isn’t.”

“You’re here now.”

Hands wrap around your waist, tightening and pulling you closer to her as her lips leave yours and pepper kisses on your jaw, trailing down to your neck, and then your shoulder. And you don’t stop her. Your hands entangle themselves in her hair. What the hell has gotten into you? And her, for that matter, as her hand slides under your shirt and you feel the coldness of her skin on your stomach. Your own hands shed her jacket and she whispers against your skin.

“Let me.”

“Hm?”

“Let me do what I do in my dreams.”

“What’s that, then? Dissect insects?”

A gentle, sensual, almost desperate and loving slap of your face as she grips your chin, forcing you to look into her eyes, those ones you avoided for so long. You wonder how she knew exactly what to do to turn you on.

“Let me fuck you and show you how sorry I am. How much I missed you.”

[hunnieknight]

"Grandpa Knows the Best"(+Art)

In which your grandpa, Pulcinella, tells you a reason why Harbingers are bad as your partner.

Time set after Signora's funeral, before Sumeru setting, comedy/crack, dry humor, capitalist joke

Series I Series III

[dawndelion-winery]

Thanks for the Flowers

You send them a little prank thank you text with flowers they never sent

Ft: Alhaitham, Arlechinno, Childe, Scaramouche, Wriothesley

Alhaitham:

You thought it would be a funny prank to send him a stock image of flowers and a small thank you

"Glad you like them."

He smiles to himself, but then immediately deleted his message when he sees the attached image

That wasn't the bouquet he sent

His smile drops so fast because who exactly is sending you flowers apart from him?

"Throw those out, they aren't from me. Don't you like the one I sent more? I got your favourites, my love."

He gives the house a cursory scan the moment he steps in through the front door

It's only after you've given him his welcome home kiss and a hug that he starts looking for the bouquet for some trace of who the sender might be

At first he doesn't believe you when you say it's a prank because he wouldn't put it past you to just want to allay his worries

He'll come around though, and then he's annoyed

"That's childish and you know it, you can have my attention if you just ask for it."

Arlechinno:

This is her sign to publicly announce that you're with her because this sort of idiocy wouldn't be an issue if people knew you were spoken for

Initially chuckles to herself as she glares at the offending image

"Do you like them?"

Of course she's not telling you the weren't from her if you like them

The poor sucker who sent them to you deserves no credit anyway

If anything, they deserve her personal thanks for helping her gift you something!

Of course she needs to know their name and face to express her gratitude in person <33

In a totally genuine and non-threatening way (lie)

She ends up coming home late that day, having scared off any of your potential suitors just to be safe

"Had some unsavoury business come up, dearest, sorry to keep you waiting. Have you had dinner yet? No? Shall we dine together?"

She never brings it up though, so you sorta forget to ever tell her it was a joke

Childe:

At first he doesn't process that he didn't send you the flowers

It's not like he doesn't pay attention, but he has his subordinates send you so much stuff as he comes across it that it's really hard to keep track

For all he knows it might have been something he came across and spontaneously thought of you liking it

And your likes were pretty much needs to him

"Love you, my pookie <33"

And then he stows his phone away

Only to remember he hasn't gotten you any flowers that day

"My honey drumlet darling-kins, there doesn't happen to be a note attached to the flowers, is there?"

When you insist that no, there isn't, and you've checked thoroughly, he makes a mental note to look into anyone who's ever had a crush on you

For a friendly spar, of course!

He just needs to make sure his competition is even worth noting (they aren't)

He comes home, thoroughly disappointed that none of them could even hold their own against him - few even dared to try, scared shitless by the sudden appearance of a harbinger demanding they fight

Sweaty and tired, he's all over you, whining about his day and how everyone wants you and can't take a hint that you're so happy with him ("You are, aren't you? I'm your favourite.")

Of course you cave and tell him it was only a prank

He scowls at first, but then breaks out giggling as he buried his face in the crook of your neck

"It doesn't really matter because I think they're all scared of me anyway. Some of them took one look at me and blanched. Unlike you, of course; the sight of me excites you, doesn't it?"

Ah. There's your bastard ginger.

Scaramouche:

"Wrong number, I think you meant to text your side hoe."

Sends you the most unbothered replies

Is actually overthinking

He knows logically this is most likely a joke because he swears he has seen that bouquet somewhere on the internet when looking for flower arrangement inspiration

But what if it's just a really similar layout and someone actually did send it to you?

Horrible. He doesn't want to think about it

But of course he does anyway

Brings you flowers because he planned to sneakily replace the stranger's bouquet

Wriothesley:

"Honey, please tell me this is a joke."

Seething inside

Who in their right mind dared to covet you while you were happily dating him??

Don't even try evade his interrogation, he needs to know every detail

From the exact time the flowers were sent to the arrangement and paper quality

Don't mind him, it's just a small investigation he'll carry out in his free time

The sooner you come clean the better

Not that you'll go unpunished...but hey, confessing to your crimes must at least lighten the sentence, yeah?

Taglist: @ryuryuryuyurboat @yinyinggie @mx-kamisato @chaosinanutshell @haliyarobin @irethepotato @boundedbyfate @favonius-captain @aqui-soba @tiredsleep @sadlonelybagel @mastering-procrastinating @lemeowade

[aerithmybbgmypookiemywife]

I would not be able to be seen as a god cause the moment any pretty lady talks or flirts with me. I deadass would say something stupid like- “Can I have one pleaseburger cheese?”

(The bloodline ends with me 😭)

no rizz fr😭😭

that gives me an idea like a rizzless god in sagau who gets really flustered when someone attractive talks to them. sorry if shes a bit ooc here lmaooo

imagine visiting fontaine the same time Arlecchino is there, Creator! Reader would do their best to avoid Arlecchino because they'd just be a blubberring mess as soon as she breathes near them or something.

Creator! Reader who gets invited to a meeting with Neuvillette only to find Arlecchino there too. You're all nervous and you could feel a bead of sweat run down your forehead because... It's FATHER were talking about here!! Before you were isekai'd into this world, you loved Arlecchino to a point you have her C6 and her weapon!

Neuvillette soon excused himself as there seemed to be an emergency in court, now it was just you and Arlecchino in the room. Her stare was frightening, you couldn't even look her in the eye...

"I heard a lot about you, your Grace, through my children... They told me they were your guide when you first visited Fontaine." She spoke up, "Uhh... Yeah... They were really nice and welcoming." you replied. Silence again... You didn't really know what to fucking say because what the hell would you even say to her??

'Oh hey uhh Arlecchino, I love you, I read your fanfics and lore and stuff uhh... I have your poster on my wall so uhh... Please don't be weirded out...'

Oh no way in hell were you saying that...

You cleared your throat to try to make small talk, "Umm... nice weather were hav-" you were cut off by a sudden thunder... looks like whatever Neuvillette was handling he seemed to be pretty upset by it. You just decided to shut your mouth. "Hmm... Well looks like it's time for me to leave." she spoke out as she sat up from her seat.

You glanced up at her, "If you're interested, I would like to have dinner with you tomorrow, Your Grace." she added. "Oh... As a business meeting? I don't think I have anything to discuss with you in terms of business." you replied. "No, as a date." she replied.

"Oh... as a date... okay." wait... a... a...?!?!?! You're eyes widened, you could see her lips curl a little as she soon left.

Wow you truly are rizzless... to a point they'd have to just do the first moves themselves...

[k-n0-x]

Arlecchino x fem! reader Headcannons because she is for SAPPHICS ONLY 🗣️‼️❗️‼️

Oh, the way Arlecchino will finger fuck your brains out is insane. Curling, pumping and all that too, while whispering sweet nothings into your ear.

A sophisticated woman like herself would not let her darling doll have to do any work in bed. She will let you lay back and moan the entire world away.

Arle has a tendency to bite and leave hickeys all over your chest, not in the places that will be difficult to find, but in places that makes you wary of the sort.

Despite her cold expression throughout the day, she still teases you in the most discreet ways, though she makes sure you know it’s deliberate, driving you insane; from her hand caressing your ass as she walks by, to something as “innocent” as having her two fingers in the teacup handle.

[arleei]

Yes. Just yes.

[whiteminibeast]

FATHER

[daze4all]

1. Imagine Arlechinno Adopted Aventurine

2. Also Lullaby Demo Sung with English Fan lyrics

3. Aventurine Full AMV My Way Frank Sinatra

The new greet the dawn

Lovingly you burn up 

Dear Traveller

Burn Burn  Burn

Bright Bright Bright

-

Child see the truth 

Grow up before darkness overtakes you

The children are singing 

 Darkness is bringing

Sing & play peacefully, Always playing your flute

Let the old burn away for the new

 Truths 

-

Portent 

Protect 

Ave Maria

God bless

-

Portent 

Ple

Fun crossover photos i found lol

[thatjadedhotmess]

borrowing their hoodie !

pairings/characters: fatui harbingers x gn!reader

warnings⚠️: not much but skin to skin contact for pierro's, scaramouche's, signora's and arlecchino's

synopsis: their reaction when you ask to borrow their hoodie

wc: 0.88k++

note: completely self indulgent and not completely accurate compared to the teaser :> (except for pulcinella bc idk how to write for him so he didn't get a part in this) also a different way of writing my hcs soo enjoy likes and reblogs are always greatly appreciated:)

☁︎︎ Pierro (皮耶罗)

I know he looks like he could literally obliterate everything in his way (he can yes) but when it comes to you and his hoodies he grows all soft and his heart melts. It's just so much bigger than you and you always look so comfy and cozy in it he just wants to hug you and have you with him at all times when you're asleep in his lap:(( Also imagining the looks on the fatui's faces when they see you in their superior's lap.

☁︎︎ Capitano (卡皮塔诺)

Seems neutral about it but is secretly happy. He thinks that as a good boyfriend it's only right that he lets you have his hoodie if you want it. His reaction is cute. He's a blushing mess under the mask after seeing you in his hoodie. The dark blue hoodie was way too big for you, the bottom reaching your knees and the sleeves too long for you as you cuddle into yourself, content with the residual warmth from capitano wearing it before you.

☁︎︎ Il Dottore (多托雷)

Scolds you (not in a serious way) but will still willingly give you his hoodie or get his clones to bring one for you. Though, he secretly enjoys being able to be of help to you and sometimes, sometimes, hopes that you don't bring your hoodie so he can see you smothered by his hoodie instead. You found this out from his clones and didn't have the heart to tell him so now you just 'forget' to bring it.

☁︎︎ Columbina (哥伦比娅)

Doesn't give you her hoodie but rather give you an exact copy of the one she has. She would so much rather match hoodies together than give you hers because it serves as a constant reminder to her that even apart you two can have something exclusive to share. Though, she is willing to let you have her hoodie if it's in exchange for one of yours so she can have a you-scented hoodie.

☁︎︎ Scaramouche (斯卡拉姆齐)

Similar to Dottore, he's a little shit about it but will still give it to you in the end. The first time you asked if you could borrow it he grumbled on and on about you not bringing your own hoodie and that you should be more responsible in the future, even though he's literally pulling off his hoodie for you and putting it on you himself before he takes both of your hands in his, warming your icy hands in his own.

☁︎︎ Sandrone (桑多涅)

I think she would be similar to Columbina in a sense that she would rather match hoodies with you but instead of buying/getting a new hoodie for you, she'll hand make it for you and ask you what designs you want. That way it'll be unique to you and you only and she also prefers it this way as she can make something for you. With her being a harbinger she doesn't get much alone time with you so this would be her way of expressing her love for you.

☁︎︎ La Signora (女士)

There are some similarities between her, Dottore and Scaramouche but she's definitely a lot softer than them. The most she'll do before giving you her hoodie is maybe a little tsk and a don't forget your own next time, even though she also hopes that you forget and need to ask her for help. When she lends you her hoodie, you can expect to have her hands in the pockets of the hoodie so that she can stay warm (be close to you).

☁︎︎ Pantalone (潘塔罗涅)

Simp. A simp. Pantalone.exe backup and reboot needed. He might not have a hoodie with him but he always wears this long designer coat and he decided to let you borrow it because you were cold. The coat is hanging dangerously close to the ground but he can't even be mad at that fact because you look so cute in his long coat he couldn't stand it and needed to look away and calm down for a minute to regain his composure:))

☁︎︎ Arlecchino (阿蕾奇诺)

A gentleman is this sense. Will take it off without question before handing it to you, hugging your figure once you've put it on yourself. Cute she thinks, your figure wrapped in the slightly oversized hoodie with the sleeves too long for your arms. Takes this as an opportunity to wrap her icy hands around your torso, making you let out a squeal at the contact between your skin and her hands.

☁︎︎ Childe (達達利亞)

Like Arlecchino, he'll give up his hoodie in a heartbeat. Couldn't bear seeing you shiver and rub your arms so he takes his own off before you saying anything and puts it over you. Now, once you're in it, you can expect one of two things to happen. Either, he'll coo at you and talk about how adorable you are adorned in his hoodie or two, turn away a blushing mess and not say anything because you're too cute. The first one however happens more often.

[knavesflames]

I have this HC that Arlecchino cannot fucking cook, that she’s never bothered to learn, or just simply is not gifted in the kitchen😭 so have some Arlecchino that made me giggle. It’s very short and messy but I had to get it out of my drafts😭😭 ALSO THIS PICTURE MAKES ME SCREAM

Arlecchino trying to cook for you for your anniversary but failing miserably (arlie I love you but what the fuck is that signature dish). She’s so smart but so dumb sometimes, “it said a teaspoon of salt but they were in the dishwasher so I used a bowl instead”, or “it was pink so I kept cooking it and now it’s black????” While you try to keep your giggle in as you explain that it’s supposed to be pink. And how patient she is usually with other people, especially her children, but she uses her pyro when the potatoes aren’t finished when they’re ‘supposed’ to be, rendering them inedible. And of course, she doesn’t understand a thing, but she’s too proud to ask. So when you do finally get a dinner that tastes good, you can’t help but notice the two small cat shaped carrots, and a penguin shaped piece of chicken, a tiny indicator that it was in fact, not Arlecchino who made the dinner, but instead commanded the twins and Freminet to make it instead.

“You must make a dinner for two. Chicken, potatoes, the fancy kind, and those roasted carrots she loves. And for the love of the Tsaritsa, do not add seasonings. Salt and pepper is fine.”

“Why, Father?”

“Hush, Freminet. Father cannot cook.” Lyney gives Freminet a small kick.

“I did not tell you to question me. I can cook, I simply do not have the time.”

But everyone with a brain knows she can’t, that she’s a woman of many talents, but being in the kitchen is not one of them. Walking away only to have her cheeks flush as she hears the children snickering lovingly. Nobody says a word when she shows up to Fontaine’s cooking lessons the next month for fear of receiving her wrath, and when she finally presents you with a clumsy mess of a meal, and it actually tastes decent, you feel your heart swell.

“You’ve improved, Arlie.”

“Mm.” She grumbles, turning away to hide the small smile that grows on her face.

[dawndelion-winery]

Lorem Ipsum

Highschool au Ft. Arlecchino, Pantalone, Dottore

Arlecchino:

Has probably threatened everyone in class at least once, the teachers included

As you can probably guess, she doesn't have a lot of friends

But you sit next to her, so you figured you might as well try to get along with her

But then it seemed she misunderstood and assumed you were flirting with her

She starts treating you to lunch after that, to the point you're always seated with her throughout the school day

Now apart from death glaring anyone who irks her, she does the same to anyone who seems to bother you

She doesn't talk much to you, but she did tell you to blabber on if it made you happy

You figured it'd be alright to keep talking until she tells you to shut up because she wasn't the type to tolerate things she didn't like

The again you never thought she actually listened since she always looked so listless

Yet whenever you offhandedly mention someone giving you a hard time, you find them surprisingly cooperative the next time you discuss things with them

She always did seem a little happier when you told her the issue has been resolved

"Didn't I tell you? The situation will resolve itself once you distance yourself from these problems, just stick with me instead."

Pantalone:

Class treasurer, somewhat of a prick

But he does his job flawlessly, so no one can really complain

Except when he rejects their proposals for whatever class ventures they have in mind for "being too wasteful"

With that in mind, he's never gotten anything short of a perfect score for maths, ever precise in his calculations and analysis

He's the type of asshole to breeze through calculus and scoff at those who can't

He makes an amazing tutor though

With calculation embedded in his nature, he knows when to praise and criticise you, pulling at your strings to keep you motivated - even if your motivation is just to be praised by him

"Yes, good work, look at how much faster you got this one, you'll keep up the effort, yes?"

And you can't really say no to him when he faces you with that close-eyed smile and pats your head

It doesn't matter if you haven't gotten past the first part of the question for the past five minutes, you badgered him to tutor you first and he will get it through your head whether you like it or not

"You're not giving up already, are you? ...to think I had such high hopes for you..."

He says it like he's truly disappointed and sighs, resting his chin in one hand as his fingers tap his cheek like he's deep in thought

And of course, you being a simp caved hard and fast, hastily agreeing to give it another shot

"That's my diligent student," he says as he pats your head again, and you should be more concerned about how quickly his tune changed but frankly, he doesn't give you much time to ponder as he shoos you back to work

Dottore:

Terrible classmate, amazing seatmate

Pretty much an asshole to the class, but as his seatmate you're practically guaranteed to ace any science subjects you have

Taking notes too slowly and can't keep up with class?

"Write faster, fool," he says as he effortlessly scribbles down all the key concepts, seemingly irritated by the fact that you can't keep up.

Big mistake because now you're even more distracted by the way his long, slender fingers move so deftly with his pen

If he noticed you staring he didn't say anything, but you swore you saw the corner of his lips tug upwards in a smirk

You know you're in trouble when the bell rings and you realised you've missed nearly everything

Yet, for some unknown reason, it would seemed he felt a shred of kindness towards you, sliding the notes he so boredly scrawled over to you before packing up his things and leaving for the next class

His notes are like a cheat sheet to your entire syllabus

Which leads to you often praising how smart he is, to which he scoffs and tells you flattery won't convince him to keep helping you keep up with class

That's a lie, it does

It also convinces him to tutor you

Not the best idea when you're more likely to study him than you're work, though he usually remedies that by grabbing your jaw to turn your attention back to your papers

His face comes dangerously close to yours when he explains things to you as you write, normally with him standing behind you and hunching over you with his face next to yours

His furrowed brows and keen eyes scanning your work to criticise your mistakes were quite the sight to behold - his side profile is vv pretty

And rest assured, you will understand whatever he teaches you, however much it takes

If he has to repeat and paraphrase himself, so be it, as long as your attention was on him and you kept looking at him like he was a godsend

Honestly, he just enjoys the attention and fawning, it feeds his ego sm

"I suppose I can't expect you to understand things as quickly as I do. Ah well, no matter, consider yourself fortunate you have someone as brilliant as I to help you."

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[a-certain-romance]

Won’t you stay for a little longer? Pt2

Characters/Ships: Milf!Arlecchino x Fem!reader

Synopsis: Following your artistic passions has left you scrambling for money. So, you decide to take up babysitting as a side gig. You were supposed to leave once you get your pay, but won’t you indulge them for a little longer?

Warnings: Smut written by a minor, dominance, some dirty talk, age difference (reader24/character34), power imbalance

Link to Pt1

A/N: The first attempt at posting this wasn’t in the tags so here we go again

Work in the Fatui is known to be extremely dangerous and sometimes requires travel to other nations. While these trips are far and few, Arlecchino doesn’t have many to call upon for child care. Taking her two children with her is too big of a risk, yet leaving them in the hands of her even her most trusted subordinates leaves her just as uneasy.

It took weeks of background checks, private interviews and one-on-one meetings before she actually let you babysit. She wasn’t about to hand her kids over to a potential threat, yet the three of you seemed to get along quite well on your first meeting.

Her kids are very skilled when it comes to combat and other physical activities. You also find that they have a strong sense of ambition to become as “cool” as their mother. You help them practice stances and basic hand-to-hand combat (safely) while she’s away and you in turn have a lot more references for anatomy practice. When Arlecchino gets back from her trips, the kids excitedly show her how much they’ve improved since she’s last saw them. Once they’ve settled and dispersed, you pull Arlecchino away for a moment alone and handed her some of the drawings you’ve made. “You‘ve captured them beautifully” she mused. Letting her eyes travel off the papers and instead to you, “I’d like to commission you for a portrait. Tonight, if you have the time, how does 500,000 mora sound?”.

You came back later that night with minimal supplies. Wanting the finished piece to be perfect, you were only there for a fought sketch of what she wanted. When you knocked on the door to her estate you weren’t expecting her to be in a crimson robe, and upon further investigation only a robe. She’s attractive as hell but isn’t she cold? you think as she walks you to her chambers. She explains how the only portraits of her that exist only showed the hardened side of her, seeing that you have a prowess for art she entrusts you to paint something more…intimate. You try your best to listen attentively and keep your eyes at eye-level. “Thank you for agreeing to a simple outline for now, seeing as its late you can make the official one at a later date”

Time flies as you try to draw all her glory, only for her to say: “Do it again. Your shading is lacking, perhaps you need a more hands-on approach?”. That wouldn’t be the last night you slept with her.

Arlecchino is one of the most powerful harbingers in the Fatui and she makes sure you remember that in bed. You’re never on top, and even if you’re servicing her the tight grip in your hair reminds you that you’re below her. Her show of dominance never fails to make you shudder, one “get on your knees” and you’re putty in her hands as you sink to the floor. But despite the rough hours, Arlecchino gives you such great aftercare, drawing warm baths and massaging you once she’s satisfied.

During the times Arlecchino is in Snezhnaya, you take your work to the orphanage. While the purpose of running the orphanage is to prepare kids for a life in the Fatui, Arlecchino sees no reason why there shouldn’t be more color in their lives. Arlecchino pays you for the weekly “craft nights” you host at The House of the Hearth and every time you stop by she feels her icy exterior thaw more and more. Seeing the way you assist her kids and the ones here makes her wonder if you’d ever want to play a more permanent role in her and her kid’s lives. Maybe if she makes you scream a bit more she’ll have her answer.

[tabibitto]

Can I request Diluc Beidou and Arlecchino jealously headcanons?💕

[ request ]

ship: diluc, beidou, arlecchino x gn reader

CW: Jealousy themes, toxic relationship, nsfw, yandere themes (arlecchino)

AN: kekekeke i have been wanting to do my writing on Diluc. Thank you so much for the opportunity ill give it my best shot. sorry it took so long, been quite busy with class

Diluc Ragnvindr:

Diluc was not the jealous type man, if anything he was of a protective boyfriend

The poor man had lost his father, and in a way his brother too. His father's death had been treated as a business opportunity and it had completely warped the way he viewed the world

When he had gotten with you, he once again felt like an 18 year old boy

He smiled more now, he was more patient and gentle

It was less common now for Kaeya to be kicked out of Angel's Share if he had one too many, he would only sigh in irritation and have a knight escort him back to his chambers

The damage that was done between them could never be healed back into what it was before, but your presence and love and warmth to the pyro user had certainly helped

Though he still couldn't help himself, to believe somedays that you could just disappear one day. Weather it be death or a breakup. It hurt him more then anything to think of his sweetheart leaving him one way or another

It was unacceptable for anyone to come to you with intentions to steal you away, not when you were still his

Not when you two had walked hand in hand down the streets of Mondstat late at night or early morning

Diluc had complete and utter trust in you and your decisions. It was the actions of others that made him quirk a brow upon seeing you occupied at Good Hunter with a man you had not seemed to mention to him, nor one that was familiar

He slipped past your line of sight and behind the stone building, peeking out of the corner with a foot propped up behind him on the wall, arms crossed and a glare that bore holes into the stranger's back

he watched and listened intently as the male leaned towards you with a hand on the table, a playful look of interest and a lewd smile as he spoke to you.

It made him grit his teeth.

If you would convince the man to leave him alone, Diluc would slip out of his hiding spot and towards you, simply asking you who that was, if he was kind etc.

He would hold his tongue about his burning jealously that made him body warmer and eyes brighter, Diluc felt it would be foolish to do so

That doesn't mean that he wouldn't show it through actions

Diluc would be more touchy, hold your waist closer, seemed to almost tower over you as he held you close in crowded spaces

Though it wasn't intimidating, it was safe and comfortable under his taller stature

However, if the strange man seemed to be making you uncomfortable despite your pleas to respectfully leave you alone, Diluc would not just stand by and wait for him to leave

As a bartender, and the protector of Mondstat he had seen plenty of times what men did in response to rejection

It broke his heart at the thought of you being so greatly hurt over something so insignificant he wouldn't stand for it

Diluc made his way over and immediately told him off as he shoved him away

He would bend down to your eye level and hold your cheeks in his warm hands

"Are you alright my dear? Do you want to go home? What do you need?" He would whisper softly, caring about nothing else then your comfort as he knew such things were scary

His jealousy would turn into protection for you. He couldn't loose you, not ever, as long as you were his lover, he would protect you

Even if it was his own selfish desires to keep you for himself

If the conversation had made you uncomfortable Diluc would do everything to comfort and hold you, give you as many smooches and hugs as you required

Whatever soothed your nerves whilst he dealt with the situation

If it hadn't and you just didn't know, he would quietly bring up his jealousy later on when you two are alone at home

He wouldn't outright ask you for reassurance if you don't want to give it as he is perfectly fine without it

But God help me does this man get so cute when he's timidly trying to ask you if you still like him

He wouldn't have it against you if you didnt. He would understand but it doesn't mean it wouldn't hurt

Diluc loves you to death and would do anything for your happiness even if one day it means not being with you

He'll always keep you safe from the prying eyes of lustful men, and always ask you at the end of it if his response was okay

He would never want to seem off as controlling or abusive to you

But do forgive him, sometimes he cant help but gatekeep you. You are his beloved after all. His and only his

Beidou:

The Captain of the Crux Fleet was too not one to get jealous

She was pretty relaxed and leniant

However there were times were she wanted your attention on herself and no one else

A little toxic and selfish? probably

Did she care? No

On any of those days where she would be looking all over for you only to find you occupied by someone on her crew

Beidou would scoff slightly and not bother to try to hide her irritation

Everyone she knew, knew that you two were together

So why in the leviathan fuck was someone trying to flirt with you to earn your favor

No no that simply won't do

Beidou made her way over with long strides of her legs and wrapped both arms around your figure, pulling you close to her body, a sly smile on her lips

"Hello darling, might I ask whe the hell this is?"

By her tone you knew you were in trouble and you bit down on your lip softly, shrinking a little under her determined gaze

"Cat hold your tongue?" She chuckled softly and ignoring the strange look from the man who stole your time away from her, she scooped you up in her arms and into her chambers on the ship

It was safe to say after that night, and each night you didn't pay attention to her was everyone including yourself reminded of who you belonged to

So wheather Beidou had to split you open and fuck you until you shook and trembled with pleausure, loud enough to alert everyone on board to remind you that your attention was hers and hers alone as she plunged her fingers into you with a shit-eating grin

Or if she had to gently push you aside while she threw hands at whomever it was that dared to try to steal Captain Beidou's beloved, it didn't matter

So long as the message was given she would gladly do whatever it took

Arlecchino:

How you even managed to bag a baddie like Arlecchino no one knows, sometimes not even yourself or the woman in question

What you and her do know however, is that there is no backing out no matter what once you and her make it official

She is a fatui harbinger, she deals in death and in things much more gruesome then you can imagine

Though nowhere near what her comrade Columbina and Dottore have done, she is not one to be underestimated

Arlecchino would do anything for you, and in her sick mind if that meant to break your heart a few times to teach you that you belonged to her so be it

Don't get her wrong she loves you. She really really fucking loves you. She's obsessed with you

So fucking smitten for her pretty baby, how their tears fall from their pretty eyes as they plead for forgiveness, on their knees

Their little sniffles as she holds them after days of silent treatment

The little whimpers as she bites down harshly on scattered places on their body

And you couldn't Cover them up no matter what. No those were supposed to be seen, what would your girlfriend think if she saw you embarrassed of the bloody marks she took such time to place on you

Don't worry my dear she'll make it up to you, she finds it beautiful when your spread open on the empty conference table whilst she eats you out, its no bother really to please you just don't expect to cum when you need to

You don't deserve that much just yet

That's why you must be obedient without question to Arlecchino, only then would you recieve the prettiest things in the world

Only then would she allow you to cum wherever you wanted whenever you wanted

Her face, her fingers, her pussy, the table, the bed, the floor

It matters not as long as you were happy

Only then would she cradle and kiss you when you needed, hold you close to her warmth when you shivered from the storms in Scheznaya

Unless of course, you appeared to show interest in someone else

It didn't matter whether they were a friend or a foe, after all she's done for you

The protection, the love, the sex, the money how dare you speak to them with your smile and rapt attention

You couldn't have any of it anymore then if you preferred them

Forget about your snuggles at night or any sort of financial support for a while

If you wanted anything you would get it yourself, but since everything that was yours belonged to her as well....goodluck

It would only last for so long tho, even Arlecchino couldn't stand to keep her hands off you longer then a few days

Though to survive whilst she threw her tantrums, some of the harbingers, most likely Childe would take pity on you and give you money

Best hope Arlecchino doesn't find out, or you really won't be getting any of her affections any time soon

And what happened to whomever it was taking up your time...

Best leave that to the imagination, or The Knave would fear that she would truly scare you away

[k-n0-x]

NSFW Arle x fem reader Headcannons!

This woman and her talon-like nails. Arlecchino would stick them up there, and curl them into your fleshy insides like no mercy, making you moan with a mix of pain and pleasure.

Arle would scoff on how 'Pathetic and needy' you are, and if you dare to cum without her permission, you would have to pay the price, but is that a curse, or a blessing in disguise?

So many derogatory terms thrown at you by her while having sex, belittling you, like you're nothing but an object to her, to the point, it could be considered hate-fucking.

She would not hold back on biting you everywhere, and as hard as she pleases, seeming to not care if she spills blood from you.

And despite all of this, when she's done using you as a doll, a plaything, she would be ready to take care of you afterwards.

·:*¨༺ ♱🥀♱ ༻¨*:·

A/N: I feel like this is so unintelligible, but give me a break I am so tired 💀💀💀

[freak-it-net]

Another Arlecchino x Reader (GN) for this one and it's more like some random rotting but whatever

She may be the Father of the House of the Hearth, and so it should imply that she never ever played favorites.

However, if someone were to ask her who she got the more attached to, she wouldn't be able to deny that you, as her lover, as well as Lyney, Lynette and Freminet are the ones she couldn't bring herself to lose.

What was her way to show this?

She came across a hand-made jewels shop. Among them, the four symbols of playing cards. She didn't hesitate a second before commissioning four of them, and later gifting them to you all.

♠️ Lyney was granted the Spade, for his will to protect his siblings

♦️ Lynette was granted the Diamond, as its sharp shape recalled of her sharp mind.

♣️ Freminet was granted the Club, for the luck he and his skills bring to the trio, that he completes, by the three leaves.

❤️ And you were granted the Heart, for your brought all of them closer, as the heart of your small family (and you stole Arlecchino heart too-)

This was a way for her to mean that no matter what would happen, no matter where they you might be, wherever life light bring you all, you would still be part of the family.